There are two people in the photo, Ronan is familiar, but also feels strange.

They all wore lab coats and stood on the cracked and twisted red earth. Among them, the gray-haired old man on the left, although he was much stronger and healthier than now, could still see that it was his grandfather, Luo Yuandao.

There is also a handsome young man, whose appearance is vaguely similar to that of the old man, and Ronan's facial contours can also be found on it, no doubt this is Ronan's biological father, Luo Zhongheng.

Both of them had unshaven beards, and their hair had probably not been taken care of for a while, messy and scattered in front of their foreheads, and their faces were tense and serious.

However, the scene it shows is worth laughing at.

Both of them have serious faces, but they both pose as if they were funny comic-style poses, half-sideways, one left and one right, shaking hands and kicking legs, twisting limbs, and turning their heads and necks in a backward and high-spirited manner, like the most tragic "Swan Lake" scene.

Ronan did smile, maybe it was the first time in years that he had seen someone, and he smiled: I can't imagine what kind of situation this was filmed in.

"Oh, funny photos of your grandfather and father. It is said that the photographer was your mother. Haven't you seen it, do you want it? ”

"Ahem, I didn't ......"

"Your dad who is not a thing once told me that if you really get involved in this field, no matter how good or bad the development is, you can feel what they felt at that time: happiness in confusion, and hardship in smoothness. But usually I cut it in the middle, make a 100 copy of the one on the right, throw a dart to play, you can also try. ”

“…… Good! ”

The rest of the journey was already short, and the two didn't have much to talk about. Ronan received the electronic photo, and the pixels were fine, and there was no problem with putting them on a soft screen of imitation paper or browsing with the help of external neurons.

Ronan hadn't thought about how to design the dart target, and for a short time, he just looked at the picture and the image of the guy over and over again - as if the man wasn't just annoying gloom and mystery. The flat photo, however, gives the figure an extra side and becomes distinct.

The RV drove to the school gate like this, but it wasn't until Mo Haihang called out that Ronan woke up like a dream and raised his head.

Mo Haihang knocked on the steering wheel: "It's time, it's not too late to see it in the future, don't be late." ”

Ronan's reaction, as if a thief had been caught, closed the notebook with a "snap", and the rate of action was beyond the normal range. But he also knew that this reaction was too big, and subconsciously covered it up: "Uncle, do you still have similar photos or something?" ”

"Hidden?"

"For example, I have seen so few pictures of my mother since I was a child, and the most recent one I found is ......" Ronan paused, swallowing the word "tree hole" back in his stomach. But this question is really what he wants to ask, and after hearing the identity of the photographer, he even wants the perspective of the photo to move forward to include the situation outside the camera.

Mo Haihang was slightly stunned, and then smiled dumbly: "You have asked this matter more than once." ”

"Huh?" Ronan wasn't really impressed.

"When you were very young, six or seven years old? At that time, you probably just understood what life and death were, crying and looking for your mother's photo, but you couldn't find it after all, and then you gradually stopped mentioning it, so you forgot it? ”

Mo Haihang was a little surprised, but then shook his head again: "There used to be many, many of them, but there were really no ones at home." Your bastard father left home

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